Who: Allison Argent and her mother’s ghost. What: A moment shared between mother and daughter. Where: Allison’s bedroom. When: Just after midnight Warnings: Some feels, I suppose, but nothing bad. Status: Narrative/Complete
It was amazing to Allison what worrying could do to a person. She could have sworn that she looked paler than usual and she hadn’t had a thing to eat since morning the day before. She supposed that how Isaac was handling all of it should have brought her some relief, but instead it made her feel a little guilty for not handling it as well as he was.
The door to Allison’s bedroom was shut and locked and even though she was reasonably certain her dad couldn’t hear her anyway, she only cried into her pillow to reduce noise. Every sob was muffled by the down-filled cushion. Even though the material was unpleasantly soggy with her tears, Allison held it close to her face. She had Lydia and Isaac, but somehow she felt utterly alone.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” A voice asked from across the room. Allison’s eyes went wide and she flipped over on her bed to face the direction it was coming from. She felt her heart practically skip a beat when she saw her mother standing there, looking alive as ever. Allison’s mouth hung open slightly and she stammered a little as she struggled to give a proper answer.
“I’m scared.” She finally answered in a shaky voice. Normally she wouldn’t have told that to her mother, but Allison was certain that she was talking to a hallucination or a trick of her mind. Her mother crossed the room, sitting down on her bed even thought Allison couldn’t feel it shift under her weight.
“I didn’t raise you to be scared.” The words on their own seemed almost mean, but they were said in such a gentle and caring way that Allison could only take them as how they were meant to be taken - As encouragement. “You’re a brave girl, Allison. You know it as well as I do.” The woman smiled at her daughter and Allison felt her breath evening out. The tears stopped coming on their own.
Victoria Argent rested her hand on Allison’s back for just a moment. Then she rose to her feet and walked out of the room. Without opening the door. Allison knew she’d just seen a ghost.